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Monday, October 24, 2011

I've been on an unexpected hiatus. I can't blame work since I wasn't all that busy over the summer. We had some unexpected visitors and we did a little travel, but that's not really an excuse either. I was just feeling uninspired and unclear on the direction I wanted to take this blog.

Now that it's fall, I'm refreshed and re-focused - come visit me and the husband over at our new blog at www.300threads.com.

Friday, July 29, 2011

We've been to Seattle before, but it's been 4 years - and this time round we did not get to visit the hot new food trucks like Marination (spam sushi!) or Skillet, nor did we get to try a recently featured shop on Unique Sweets (the Confectional that makes mini-cheesecakes), partly because we were only in town for 8 hours over two days, and one of those days was the fourth when almost everything was closed.

This post is intended to counter the Portland posts, where we took tons of pictures. I don't have even one pic to share from our time in Seattle. Can I just substitute a pic of Vancouver and call it a day?

In any case, the highlights of our 8 hours in this lovely town were:

Visiting the Capitol hill neighborhood. While meeting up with friends for brunch, we were in line in a coffee shop ahead of a cross-dresser. The cross-dressers I've encountered up close are usually extremely well put together with much better makeup than I could possibly muster, but this guy had on a negligee, a garter belt, stockings and high heels, and no makeup whatsoever. It looked like he got dressed and gave up. When we mentioned this guy to our friends, they indicated that this was a perfectly normal occurrence for the area. After all, this is a neighborhood with a weekly dodge-ball league.

Eating at Tom Douglas' Lola restaurant. It was a beautiful afternoon, warm and sunny, so what better way to kill time before our flight by having drinks and a meal on the sidewalk patio at Lola in Belltown? It would have been idyllic, had we not planted ourselves in the midst of a loud, obnoxious group...of Lions Club members. Who knew the over-60 set could be so annoying? Nursing a St-Germain cocktail helped, as did the wonderful appetizers. We haven't found good Mediterranean food in Boston, so we happily munched on some meze and kebabs. For dessert, we had the much-touted doughnuts, which are fried beignets, coated with cinnamon sugar and served with mascarpone and strawberry dipping sauces. They were really good, but I doubt I had the food-gasm look that Giada DiLaurentis made when she ate them on her travel show. At least, I hope I didn't look like that because that would just be dorky.

Eating at Tom Douglas' Serious Pie restaurant. Around the corner from Lola is the chef's well-regarded pizza joint. The husband was determined to try the pizza and I wasn't about to stop him - though this is the man who thought we could "pop into Naples to try their pizza", which turned in to a 2 hour hellish experience. He ordered a truffle pizza to go and ate most of it while waiting for our red-eye flight home. I was too full from Lola's to even think about taking a bite, but it made for a good breakfast the next day, what was left of it.

We capped off our trip by watching the Fourth of July fireworks from the freezing comfort of the JetBlue gate waiting area. And that was that. Thanks for a great 8 hours, Seattle - hope to be back sometime soon.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

As I write this, I am frantically scratching at the gazillion bites that I got this weekend. Yes, a gazillion. I have 4 bites on my left forearm alone. I have so many that I'm wondering if some of these are hives - I'll ponder that thought as I continue to absentmindedly scratch.

This misery that I find myself in is a consequence of a great weekend, despite being woefully unprepared for the outdoors on Saturday. Here's what was on tap:

Saturday afternoon at Wells Beach in Maine: This is our favourite beach because it's easy to get parking and the beach is huge. There were decent waves for boogie boarding and I finally realized it is fun playing in the waves if you go with the waves instead of having them knock me over. If the water temperature wasn't freezing, we'd be here all the time. Unfortunately or fortunately, we're not likely to pony up $1.6M for an ocean-front home any time soon. (It does have 5 bedrooms if anyone's interested and expect us to crash at your place all the time.)

Wells Beach, Maine

The Clam Shack in Kennebunkport, Maine: We've been here a number of times and oddly enough, I don't think we've ever tried the lobster roll. We've either tried the fried clams or gotten the steamed lobster meals, but apparently the Clam Shack is known for their lobster roll. They even offer the choice of mayo or butter for your lobster. I love being able to choose since I'm a butter girl all the way. I found the use of a hamburger roll to be a surprise, but it didn't matter﻿﻿﻿ since it was toasted and buttery and good and I love Maine lobster. And that was just the appetizer for the evening.

﻿﻿﻿Essex Seafood on the North Shore was our next stop. Even though this town houses the famous rivals Woodman's and JT Farnham, both of which we've never eaten at, but we went to the divy-est of the shacks, Essex Seafood. The husband tried it a couple of weeks ago and liked it out of all the fried clams we've tried. He would know, given our fried clam crawl on the Cape that we did a few years ago. In any case, we shared a fried clam platter, accompanied by a bootleg bottle of albarino wine that paired quite nicely with the fried food.

We ended the night at a pool party at a friend's place who had just moved in 8 days earlier. This was their second pool party in 8 days and I would hazard a guess that their neighbours are well on their way to hating them. This is where I think I turned into a buffet for flying critters - no bug spray, floating on an inner tube, in the dark while sipping pinot grigio. It was worth the bites since it was a lovely time hanging out with friends, and we might have stayed longer if a) a couple hadn't started making out in the shallow end, and b) someone else potentially puked in the shallow end. The husband lost his flip flops and after some searching, left the party barefoot.

Bondir in Cambridge: This was my choice for a fancy birthday dinner. We'd been wanting to try this restaurant since we read the great reviews at Serious Eats and Tiny Urban Kitchen at the beginning of the year. Since this is a 22-seat restaurant, it's not the kind of joint you can just pop into, and we are notoriously bad at planning in advance. The husband managed to snag a table at 8:45pm on a Sunday night with 5 days notice. I was worried we would be the last people eating in there, but the restaurant was full when we got there - there were even people who came in after us. We had an extremely good meal including dessert in an hour, and it turned out the restaurant was almost completely full when we left. This is a restaurant that emphasizes fresh, local cuisine and changes up the menu daily. Our appetizers and entrees were fantastic - we had salad and seafood and pasta and pork belly. We also liked being able to order half portions for just about everything on the menu, which meant we could eat a number of different things and not be stuffed to the gills. The desserts were just ok - not spectacular, but nice to have a little something after the meal. The only thing that we really didn't like was a bread called The Sea, made with dehydrated shrimp, squid ink and seaweed. That wasn't just funky, it was weird and not terribly tasty, though it smelled worse than it tasted.

Finally, my birthday gift from the husband is this little baby. Isn't she purty? I feel the need to name her. I requested a small purse that tucks under my arm since it's what I use when we travel and my last purse was starting to fray. It's my way of deterring pickpockets in European cities - if they want to steal anything, they're going to have to work for it by venturing into my sweaty armpit.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Thanks to the iPad, we've given up a most of our hard-copy subscriptions to magazines and newspapers for the convenience of electronic delivery, but we've learned that food magazines just aren't the same. But since we have an electronic subscription to Saveur, the husband decided to peruse our electronic magazine collection to catch up on back issues. The magazine library elicited a loud "September? #%*$^!" and sure enough, September is the most recent issue. The husband continued to mutter for the next 10 mins ("September, wtf?"), which is understandable since it is only the middle of July and at a gazillion degrees, fall feels a long long way off. And July means peaches, berries and lots and lots of cherries in our kitchen.

We were a little enthusiastic on the amount of cherries we thought we could eat. Once we realized we couldn't eat the large bag of cherries before they went bad, I decided to give the Serious Eats Cherry-Amaretto Tart recipe a try. We didn't have enough cherries for a full tart, but a half-recipe made 5 cute little tartlets.

These are so not as pretty as the ones made by Tea and Scones, but damn they were good. How can you go wrong with mascarpone, shortbread cookies, and fresh cherries lightly cooked in amaretto?

Next up on the seasonal eating theme - goat cheese and roasted cherry ice cream...

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Portland had more to offer than just food. It's a very pretty city, both the greenery and the urban design (particularly in the Pearl district). They have the largest Japanese garden outside of Japan and a hell of a lot of roses. Here's a montage of pics that we took:

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Stoller Winery, Willamette Valley, Oregon

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Japanese Gardens

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More Japanese Gardens (there were 9 in all, I think)

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Still in the Japanese Gardens

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At the International Rose Test Garden - this is a small fraction of what we saw. So many roses...

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

On a beautifully sunny Sunday morning, the husband and I decided to hit up the SoWa market in South End. We were mainly interested in the weekly vintage market and hadn't fully realized the extent of the changes in the outdoor market. In addition to have an area dedicated as a farmer's market, there was also a small congregation of food trucks.

By small, we mean 6 vendors in total. In addition to Clover, which I've eaten at before, there were Silk Road, Bon Me (the yellow truck at the top), and Roxy's Gourmet Grilled Cheese Truck (lower pic). Bon Me was a pleasant surprise - they primarily serve banh mi, the Vietnamese sandwich. Not only was their meat good (roast pork), their bread seemed to be authentic - lighter than any of the breads we've tried when we've made our own. The husband decided to stand in the crazy line for the grilled cheese truck, thinking any place with that long a line is probably good. Turns out it was just a symptom of poor operations - the grilled cheese was greasy from too much cheese and wasn't all that tasty.

Despite Boston's recently announced food truck imitative, the city doesn't even begin to hold a candle to the food truck mania in Portland, OR. ﻿ Here's part of a block on a downtown street:

Part of a block in downtown Portland

All four sides of this block were filled with food trucks. And that was just one block - here's another: ﻿﻿﻿

A different block in downtown Portland

From downtown, we trekked across the river as the husband was hell-bent on going to Potato Champion, to chase down poutine since it's hard to find the authentic version in New England. While it looked promising on the surface, one bite and we knew it wasn't made by a Canadian - the gravy had onions in it. Blasphemy!

In-authentic poutine

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Some of our favourite food experiences in Portland didn't involve a food truck at all. Number 1 on our list was Pok Pok, the highly acclaimed Thai restaurant of Andy Ricker, a 2011 James Beard winner and a white guy who can cook mean Thai street food. Although we haven't been to Bangkok, the food at Pok Pok seemed to be authentic, as it was some of the funkiest dishes I've eaten outside of my home growing up with Asian parents. I'm talking fish sauce and hot peppers galore that did quite a number on both of our insides (I'll keep it at that). This is not an Americanized menu whatsoever, so be warned.

Our second favourite place is this little take-out joint in the same neighborhood - it's truly a window from which amazing waffles emerge.

I like waffles in general. I have been known to seek out the Wafels and Dinges truck in NYC (it required a subway ride to the upper east side), and I'm quite a fan of the sweet liege wafels that they serve. Since they don't serve savory ones, we had to try one at the Waffle Window.

This little gem of a place was featured on Unique Eats (Cooking Channel) with a focus on their savory The Three B's waffle. Bacon, brie and basil on a sweet waffle with peach preserves on the side does not sound like it would be a good thing - but oh my god, it was a great thing. We wolfed it down so fast, we didn't have time to take a picture, but here's one from the Waffle Window's website so that you can get a visual of what made us drool:

﻿Our waffle didn't look quite as pretty but man was it good. ﻿﻿What got me was the pearl sugar that they used in the waffle batter - I'd be chewing a happy mouthful of brie and bacon (what a great combination on its own), when a glob of sugar crystals would explode, adding a fantastic sweet dimension. It was such a good waffle that the next one we ate, a sweet one with rhubarb, strawberry, coconut panna cotta and whipped cream, could only be a letdown. I'm sure it was an excellent dessert waffle, but it just couldn't compare.

Our third favorite eating experience in a non-food truck setting was of all things at a Swedish cafe. We're not particularly knowledgeable of Scandinavian food, and this cafe was highly rated, so we went. It was very tasty, and it made for a pretty photo too. Though I must say, Dutch Baby pancakes didn't do it for me - my pancake pickiness continues!

Unfortunately, my love affair with Portland has ended. A few weeks after we returned to Boston, I received an email from Zipcar indicating I had committed a traffic violation - turning right on a yellow light. Thanks to their stupid cameras at traffic lights, I now have to pay a $300 fine. %*@$$&#(!!!!

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Now that we've all gotten over that frightening thought, let me explain - the husband's 11 year old nephew arrived on Saturday night to stay with us for a week. He's a really great kid and this is his second time flying across the country by himself to stay with us, so he's really excited to be here. The nice thing for us is that his tastes have changed substantially in the last two years - when he first came to visit, he had to be coaxed to try new things and there was an icident where I carried a bottle of ketchup in my purse when we went to a Japanese restaurant, just in case.

This time round, the first thing he asked for is whether we could go for sushi, which we're quite happy to accommodate, though I'm a little frightened as to how much sushi he could eat because this could become a very expensive outing fast. He also liked the salty Thomas Keller Oreos that I make, which surprised me since I thought it's not sweet enough and too salty for kids. I don't know what changed his food preferences so radically, but having Mumbai Mondays and Tuscan Tuesdays at his mom's seems to have created a more adventurous palate so that we don't have to worry so much as to what to feed him. He is also fairly proficient for his age in the kitchen - he often minces garlic for his mom when she's cooking, so I put him to work and we made Rocky Road ice cream together. We have the Cambridge School of Culinary Arts around the corner from us and they have week-long culinary classes for kids 12 and up, consisting of serious stuff: a day of knife skills, the next day it's sauces and stocks, etc. We'll probably sign him up for that the next time he visits so that all of us can benefit!

It's still a matter of being organized and planning for the week, something that we used to be good at but somehow we've fallen into the spontaneous "What do you want to eat tonight?" kind of decision-making. So I'm using this beautiful Sunday afternoon to braise a couple of racks of ribs that will be finished off on the BBQ and make 2 lbs worth of pork lemongrass meatballs that I can freeze for later in the week. And of course, at least one trip to a sushi restaurant is on the itinerary...

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

What is it with chefs living hard lives? Is it simply self selection? I was barely a quarter of the way into the memoir and this woman had already done enough hard living for someone twice her age. I don't even think Anthony Bourdain got in that much trouble by the time he was 17. In fact, the further I read, the more convinced I became that Hamilton is the female Bourdain. Maybe not the most flattering of comparisons, but I hope she goes on to achieve the same kind of success, since i thought her writing was fantastic. Here are a few of my random observations:

How can the same parents produce uber-successful children at the same time as utterly messed up ones? I have no answer, but the idea fascinates me.

Her description of Mark Bittman's daughter is so sweet. At the same time, her descriptions of food issues instilled in little girls by their mothers are sad and a disturbing commentary on our culture.

The "weird" stuff she ate growing up reminds me of my upbringing, where foreign foods/cultures were not widely accepted (cultural assimilation is the norm!). I'm glad it's not that way anymore, though it's not like we have children who would be subject to any mocking.

Her graphic account of cleaning the outside of her restaurant because of poop and a rat really grossed me out. It's the side of NYC that I just don't want to think about.

Her stories of her annual trip to Italy reinforced my view that you can't really get to know a country unless you spend the time with locals.

Reviews that I read only after I finished the book seemed to be very critical of her lack of explanation for certain decisions in her life - for example, why she stopped speaking to her mother and why her Michigan girlfriend was the love of her life. It seemed to me that her ability to self-reflect and convey those thoughts in paper was not as well developed in the first part of her life since she seems to open up more in the latter parts of the memoir. She may also just be more comfortable being a descriptive writer, evoking vivid images of the environment around her.

Reviews also criticized the lack of explanation behind her decision to marry, have kids, and stay in the relationship despite it being so profoundly unsatisfying. Oddly enough, I didn't find her lifestyle to be all the strange, probably because I had seen an unusual arrangement of this nature before. When I lived in Montreal, my hairdresser was a fabulously tiny Asian man who could rock stripper platform shoes better that I could ever imagine. He was so openly gay, yet he talked about his wife and 4 kids, much to my confusion. A friend of mine who had initially referred me to his salon explained that he was married to a lesbian, that they had a big family together but they were both free to live their preferred lifestyle. I would have loved to know the why behind this arrangement, but obviously I couldn't figure out a way to politely ask such personal questions while getting my hair done. So Hamilton's marital situation, while unusual on the surface, may not be all that unique.

In our many trips to NYC, we have yet to eat at Prune, but having enjoyed her memoir, I am now eager to try her food - I hope it lives up to expectations.

Monday, June 27, 2011

I was out of commission for a couple of weeks in June, first with a light cold that subsequently developed into full-on bronchitis, which is not the most pleasant thing to have when it's warm out. Since that kind of illness knocked me off my feet and put a damper on any cooking or baking, I think I was perhaps a little over-enthusiastic when I was well enough to start being interested in cooking again.

Spring = rhubarb in our household. I like the vegetable (I think it's technically a vegetable?), but the husband loves it. Every spring, when I first start making desserts with rhubarb, the husband announces that he loves rhubarb because it reminds him of his grandmother. I think his grandmother made pies though, and I'm not a pie-maker. The husband is the fruit crisp maker, and made these lovely strawberry-rhubarb delights one day after work:

When I was back in grocery-shopping mode, it really hit me that spring was more than half over and that rhubarb season would be ending soon enough, and at this point I didn't think we'd eaten enough rhubarb, despite the multiple crisps and some strawberry-rhubarb compote with whipped cream over pavlovas. So we ate more. We ate rhubarb as a savory side to pork chops twice in one week, with apple cider vinegar, fresh ginger, lemon peel, a little sugar and cranberries. Then I decided we had to have more strawberry-rhubarb compote, though I had the presence of mind to suggest that I freeze or can them. So I bought 3 pounds of rhubarb and two quarts of strawberries and compoted away. Here's some of the bounty, all of which is now safety tucked away in the freezer for the next rhubarb emergency.

I had no idea I could be so domestic. I think it's only a matter of time before I start churning my own butter...

Thursday, June 23, 2011

My little blog is one year old today. I'm rather pleased since I'm not terribly good on execution (I'm one of those great idea, no follow-through type of people). We celebrated by spending way too much money at Craigie on Main. Actually I lie - we just needed to go for dinner and traffic was too hellish to get across any bridge into Boston. Anyhoo, thanks for reading my incoherent ramblings this past year!

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

I have no idea what to say about Milan. I had a great time there, which surprised me since I had two coworkers tell me they hated the city. The weather was beautiful, which certainly helped. And so was the architecture - here's the main cathedral, right around the corner from where we were staying:

We only had an afternoon and evening in Milan, so we made the most of it by walking everywhere. The window-shopping was fantastic, if you like to admire pants that cost 1000 euros. The people-watching was also an over-the-top experience, particularly on a Friday afternoon at peak aperitivo hour. The Milanese are fashionable to begin with, but where else would you find a very tanned young Italian gentleman wearing a one-piece denim jumpsuit with the buttons opened so low I got an eyeful of a hairless chest?

For a city that doesn't have great food (according to Joe Bastianich), we had some perfectly pleasant food experiences. We found this gelato place around the corner from the duomo, which made for excellent pre-drinks appetizers:

We then ended up having drinks at the Marc by Marc Jacobs bar attached to the retail store. Included with your drinks is a complementary buffet, whcih was an assortment of cicchetti, the Italian equivalent of tapas. It was so civilized to be sipping Italian cocktails while snacking on perfect little bites and watching the fashionable set gather for drinks. We had dinner at a delightfully quaint vegetarian restaurant called Zucca e Melone, which was reviewed in a NY Times article just before we arrived. The next morning, the husband ended up having lemon sorbet from Venchi, a major Italian chocolatier, for his breakfast before he caught his train to Zurich to head home. I had the morning to myself in Milan and went back to the gelato place for lunch. I also came across what has to be the nicest McDonald's I've ever seen, though I didn't eat there:

But by far the best thing by far that we took away from Milan was a new cocktail. When we were at the Marc by Marc Jacobs bar, the husband asked for a typical Milanese cocktail and was served a spritz, a bright orange liquid in a big wine glass complete with a slice of orange bobbing with the ice in the drink. It was light, slightly fruity, and all around refreshing. When we asked the bartender for the ingredients, we learned it consisted of Aperol, prosecco and club soda. We had never heard of Aperol, but a quick Google search informed us that it is related to Campari but is less alcoholic and less bitter, made from bitter orange and rhubarb. The husband is a rhubarb fiend, which partly explains why he liked the drink so much. When we got home, I found Aperol in the first liquor store I tried. Prosecco is easy to come by, so it was surprisingly simple to put together this lovely drink. Such a relief to be able to drink like Italians while back in the US, though I have yet to find someone who's willing to wear the one-piece denim jumper for me...

Monday, June 20, 2011

Our quest to find a good restaurant open for lunch on a Wednesday led us into the town of Pollenzo, not far from the amusingly named town of Bra which is the birthplace of the Slow Food movement. A Slow Food-associated but high-end restaurant called Guido had been highly praised, and we were anxious to try it since was supposed to be open for lunch. Of course it wasn't, but that was how we ended up on the campus of the Universita degli Studi di Scienze Gastronomiche, literally translated as the University of Gastronomic Sciences.

We found ourselves in a corner of the campus that housed two restaurants, the hotel front lobby and a bar. There was a big sign at one of the entrances obviously depicting areas where photography was and was not allowed, but since we didn't really understand where we were in relation to the sign, we ended up not taking any pictures. Obviously the campus is absolutely beautiful, immaculately manicured and dotted with students milling about. After wolfing down some food at the hotel bar, we picked up a brochure that outlined the degree offerings in this school founded in 2004 by the Slow Food movement.

Both the undegraduate and graduate degrees are pretty fascinating. I was never any good at history or geography, but learning the history and geography behind food and wine would at least be entertaining. The best part of the curriculum for the 3-year undergraduate program has got to be practical component, the thematic and regional study trips - check out the options and a sample schedule:

It essentially sounds like 3 years of eating and drinking, where you come out with a degree at the end and you can call yourself a gastronome. I don't know how similar the Pollenzo program is to the Boston University Master of Liberal Arts in Gastronomy program, and I'm surprised that the two schools don't seem to be collaborating, but in any case I may find myself in Italy when I need a career change.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

I think it's amazing anything actually gets accomplished in Italy, considering their general attitude towards work seems to be lackadaisical or inconsistent at best. One of the most frustrating things we had to deal with was restaurant opening hours. Restaurants are closed one day during the week in the Piemonte region, generally Mondays, Tuesdays or Wednesdays, but their posted hours aren't a guarantee that they will be in fact open. The couple that runs the hotel we stayed at was quick to point out that if the restaurant had a busy lunch, they're quite likely going to close for dinner, just because lunch was busy. I'm not sure what they define as busy, since we were only one of two couples in the restaurant on multiple occasions.

So that's how we ended up in a predicament on our second last day in the Italian countryside. Our itinerary for the day was to explore the wine region, driving from small town to small town, armed with a list of restaurant recommendations along with opening hours from our hotel hosts. We first explored Barbaresco, the tiny town that produces wines of the same name.

It's obvious that this particular "commune" has more money than the average village in the area since they could erect a number of quite modern statues that look like this:

Yup, they're exactly what you think they are. What a lower torso and a monkey head has to do with wine-making is beyond me.

There was a well-regarded restaurant in the heart of town that was open, but we weren't hungry and just thought we'd drive on to the next village and eat lunch there. After driving through the larger town of Alba, we stopped at La Morra, a charmingly quaint village that was almost totally deserted since we arrived after 12:30, when the daily closing for lunch occurs. Restaurants are generally open, but the one we had targeted seemed to be unexpectedly closed, to our chagrin, and the only restaurants open seemed to be full of tourists on a Segway tour (yes, it was a very odd sight to see Segways tooling along cobblestone roads).

So the husband, tour guide extraordinaire, suggested we drive the 10km in a different direction than our planned itinerary to try an amazing restaurant in the next town over. By this time it's 1:30, I'm hungry, so I said ok, why not since there was nothing in this ghost town that appealed. We thought it'd be a quick drive over, but I got us lost twice (stupid road signs), but we finally got into the town of Pollenzo and found that the restaurant was....closed. Since we were on a school campus with a hotel and a bar (more on that another time), we settled for a ham and cheese panini, a chocolate tarte, and some espressos before we returned to our original plan - a visit to a vineyard for a wine tasting and then on to town of Barolo itself.

This region is famous for the Barolo and Barbaresca wines made of the Nebbiolo grape, but for everyday drinking the locals like to recommend the Barbera wines, which tend to get overshadowed by their more expensive peers. The husband arranged for us to visit the Fratelli Revello winery whcih practices biodynamic grape growing - not fully organic per se, but with as little pesticides as possible. This is the view we had from the wine tasting room:

View from our wine tasting at Fratelli Revello

Despite the fact the host spoke only Italian, I seemed to have learned far more this time around than when we were in Tuscany. For example, I didn't know that the vineyards for one winery doesn't necessarily reside in one area - turns out many winemakers have large plots within the same vineyard, and one winemaker could have plots all over the region. Our host also explained that even though the grapes are all grown within the same region, a certain vineyard can experience a micro-climate, giving the grapes a different character.

This was probably the largest wine tasting that I'd been to, since we had around 8 wines to try. It was the first time we'd had a selection of the same wine but different vintages to taste the difference from year to year. It was also the first time we'd tried wine made from grapes in a single vineyard - usually the grapes are collected from the various vineyard plots, thereby creating a subtle blend of flavours. As good as they were, we limited ourselves to two bottles from Fratelli Revello and one bottle of Barbera d'Alba that we had at our hotel. Between the bottles of Barolo and the Brunellos from our last trip, we're developing a little collection - maybe it's time to think of putting a wine cellar in the basement after all...

Monday, June 13, 2011

I have complete faith in the husband's planning abilities. When we vacation, he always takes care of all the details - researches airfaires, hotels, itineraries, etc. While I don't mind doing the research, he always seems to find better/nicer places than I do, so I've given up wasting my time and am completely, utterly dependent on him for our holidays. So I wasn't at all surprised that he picked this lovely boutique hotel:﻿﻿﻿

La Villa Hotel, Piedmont

﻿﻿﻿We stayed 5 days in what seemed to be the heart of the Piedmont region, about an hour east of Turin. I was annoyed that I hadn't had time to research the area more before coming here, so all I knew of Piedmont is that the region has great food and is known for their high end wines.

Our first chance to eat Piemontese food was in a little town called Acqui Terme. It's a town famous for its hot sulphur springs and baths. It's unbelievably quaint, and when we finally stumbled upon one of the springs, boy did it stink.

One of the piazza's in Acqui Terme

As is customary in rural Italy, everything closes from 12:30 - 3pm, which is why the piazza in the photo above looks deserted - because it was. All the locals disappeared, and there were just a few tourists around. Luckily for us the restaurants do stay open, so we were able to get a bite to eat. The restaurant the husband wanted to try was a higher end trattoria run by the husband at the front of the house and his wife as the chef. We sat in a charming terrace shaded overhead by grape vines with the restaurant's dog, a golden lab named Judita, to keep us company.

Judita gave up begging and took a nap

We were amused by the dog, since this would never be seen in the US thanks to health regulations, and she didn't particularly bother us, even though she begged at the table when our meals came out. I will admit I gave her a few scraps from my meal.

For dinner, we tried another trattoria, but this one was much more casual and was located in the sleepiest town (Montabone) with a fantastic view of the vineyards. In a mashup of broken Italian and English, we managed to understand that the vineyards around us grow almost exclusively moscato grapes, which makes sense since we're near the town of Asti, and which I assume how the dessert wine moscato d'asti got its name.

For the second time that day, we were in a family-run place, with the husband out front and the wife in the back. We like going to these small, family run restaurants, but then we feel obligated to eat just about everything so that the chef doesn't get offended. Problem is, it can be a hell of a lot of food - for example, our dinner consisted of 4 (yes, 4!) appetizers, a pasta dish, and then a choice of either a meat course or dessert. (By this point, we couldn't imagine eating a 6th savory course, so we went with dessert.) Portions weren't big, but 6 plates with 2 glasses of wine each is a lot, even for me. It made me wonder what it must be like to be a food travel host like Anthony Bourdain or Andrew Zimmern, who as a special guest is served the best of what poor families have and must eat it all so as to not offend. I can only imagine how much their crews eat as well.

So what did we eat all day? Our meals consisted of local and seasonal fare - salads, asparagus, green beans and the typical mix of roasted veggies (zucchini, eggplant, peppers and onions) are what seem to be on menus right now. I have to admit, though, that I'm not sure what makes the cuisine Piemontese, even though both restaurants are examples of typical regional fare. And although this is an area known for their mushrooms (this is the home of the white truffle, after all), oddly enough we hadn't had any. There did seem to be less meat, but despite that I found our meals to be pretty heavy for the summer temperatures that we were enjoying. Otherwise, I'd characterize our experience so far to be excellent Italian fare, though I don't think i can yet differentiate between the regions (i.e. Piedmont vs Tuscany vs Umbria).

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

After 3 days I was dying to get out of England, only because I've never had my allergies act up so badly and it was making me unbelievably miserable. We arrived in Turin in the northwest corner of Italy for the next leg of our vacation where it was sunny, warmer, and my allergies calmed down. However, we landed on a Sunday afternoon and as is the norm for Italy, almost all restaurants are closed on Sunday nights. Not a big deal ordinarily if we were in an apartment where we could cook, but we weren't, I was hungry and it's a time when I really miss the conveniences of the US.
Luckily, in addition for being known as the host city for the 2006 winter olympics, Turin seems to be well known for its gelato, and there was no shortage of gelato shops open late on a Sunday afternoon. So it ended up being that our first meal in Turin consisted of gelato from Grom, which is the gelateria with the most expensive gelato in NYC. We tried salted caramel and I think nutella, which were both tasty but we think we had better gelato in Rome. Since gelato wasn't going to suffice for a meal and my appetite had come back, we ended up eating at our hotel restaurant since there really wasn't any other options. We were pleasantly surprised by the quality of the food here too, where the asparagus with poached eggs and black truffle was fresh and flavorful, while the tomatoes with the creamy burrata needed a bit more time to reach its peak.

We only had a day in Turin at the start of the Italian leg of trip, and we were staying right in the heart of the historic center, so we made the most of it by walking everywhere. Their piazzas are beautiful:

A good part of the day was taken up by a visit to the original Eataly in Turin. We've been to the NYC outpost, which was an adventure in itself, so we were eager to see the original store.

NYC Eataly

Turin Eataly

Not surprisingly, the Turin location is far bigger than the one in NYC, consisting of a little bookstore, multiple dining options, and the basement devoted to alcohol, both wine and beer. We didn't eat any of the food options in the NYC branch, as the waits were inordinately long due to very limited seating. At least in Turin, we arrived before the lunchtime crush so we were able to leisurely tour the store to get our bearings before we decided on where to eat.

We started off in the seafood section, which consisted of a long bar with seating facing the cooks. It was surprisingly pleasant since we were in the seafood section of the store, but at least our backs were to the raw fish area, not that staring at whole raw fish bothers us, and it didn't smell fishy at all. I had a surprisingly tasty calamari salad - my surprise came from the fact that squid was only boiled, which can be pretty bland, but it was paired with fresh mesculun greens, perfectly ripe tomatoes, lots of olives, and a tasty dressing that included an aged balsamic vinegar. The husband ordered a type of bouillabaisse but thicker, almost like a tomato based stew and only containing baby octopus (octopi?). It was an extremely elegant, civilized lunch, particularly since we were in a grocery store, complete with a glass of wine each.

While this might have been enough of a meal for most people, we were just getting started. By this point it was peak lunch hour and we had to wait to get seats at the pizza and pasta bar, which gave us a little time to digest the first part of our lunch. We shared a Marguerita pizza with buffalo mozzarella, which was good but still doesn't compare to the one we ate in Rome last fall. Of course we had to have another glass of wine to accompany this part f the meal, so for those of you keeping track, we're at 2 glasses of wine each and it's not even 2 in the afternoon yet. We finished off the meal with gelato and coffee.

All in all, we spent over 2 hours in the store and in addition to what we ate, we left with 8 different types of honey, most of which we'd never seen before and the same bottle of balsamic vinegar that was used in my salad:

One balsamic vinegar and 8 different types of honey

We came back to Turin for a morning after our stay in the Italian countryside, with the sole purpose of finding a particular chocolate shop. Turin is known for their chocolates, even hosting a two week chocolate festival (we missed that). The store we were searching for was Guido Gobino, which had been reviewed a few years back by Serious Eats. Since the article was written by Mario Batali's pastry chef at Babbo, I imagine the author knows what she's talking about. The chocolates were fantastic - many types made it back to the States with us and we've been eating various goodies for over two weeks now. I'm not sure it's available stateside, so it's a good thing we can make do with the mass-produced Venchi chocolate at Formaggio the next time we have an Italian chocolate craving! Now if only we could find decent gelato in the Boston area and not the crap the locals call gelato...

Guido Gobino

A giant chocolate bar - hack off as much as you want and pay by weight

Monday, June 6, 2011

With this being our first trip to London, we felt we had to see the sights, no matter how crowded and touristy they were. So we did - over two days we walked to see Borough market and Westminster Abbey, dropped by Buckingham Palace, checked out SoHo and Saville Row, hit Selfridges but not Harrods, Kensington Gardens, St Paul's Cathedral, walked over the Millennium Bridge and toured the Tate Museum before finally walking along the Thames on the South Bank to admire the Tower Bridge.

Big Ben and Houses of Parliament

St Paul's Cathedral

Westminster Abbey, without a wedding

London bridge is falling down - oh wait, no it's not...

Quintessentially British icons

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Not sure what's up with the name...

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﻿The one thing I really, really wanted to do while in London was to have tea. The only time I've been to tea was at the Chateau Laurier in Ottawa, which was very nice but I sensed it wasn't truly authentic. The most talked about tea house in London is the Ritz Carleton, but it is so formal that men need a jacket and tie to dine there, even for tea. Since the husband hadn't brought anything that formal, we opted for the next best - tea at the Orangery in Kensington Palace. Although we sat indoors and not on the outdoor terrace since my allergies were unbelievably bad (not good to be in large gardens when suffering from hayfever!), the setting was lovely. Given the location, I was surprised by the quality of the food, since this could have easily drifted into a gimmick. I also don't remember finger sandwiches being this tasty. It was also my first time trying clotted cream with strawberry preserves on scones. Of course it was delicious - I much prefer the British scones with their biscuitty texture, and they're made even better when they're slathered with fat and topped with a bit of fruit jam. For dessert, the chocolate cake wasn't all that exciting but the passion fruit tart was bright and refreshing. All in all it was a surprisingly filling meal, and fortified us to continue on our walk to admire the beautiful gardens.